Throw open your window and let the scenery of clouds and sky enter your room.

The end of spring- the poet is brooding about editors.

In the spring rain, The pond and the river Have become one.

In pale moonlight / the wisteria's scent / comes from far away.

The sea at springtime.All day it rises and falls,yes, rises and falls.

In lantern-light My yellow Chrysanthemums Lost all their color

Throw open your window and let the scenery of clouds and sky enter your room.